<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139804062590120669</id><updated>2011-08-01T10:16:37.420-07:00</updated><category term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Coffee...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Runny Babbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03675694921423675178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SDyJXwExA/TVM9QzxBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GKZHV-LxzSE/s220/push%2Btail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139804062590120669.post-1600606607877826450</id><published>2011-02-25T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:57:58.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for a Roach-Free America!</title><content type='html'>Which disastrous misadventure shall I relate first?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, on a Friday, we had to work late at school--until close to midnight.&amp;nbsp; Fridays are rough days schedule-wise because we only have &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; 30 minute break--and it's not until 1:30 P.M.&amp;nbsp; I'd been checking the weather on my fancy, new Droid X phone and, for reasons I have yet to figure out, shoved it in my back pocket.&amp;nbsp; While the kids were working on something, I ran next door and asked the 2nd grade teacher to watch my kids for a minute while I ran to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See where I'm going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run down the hall, quickly use the bathroom and stand up to wash&amp;nbsp;my hands...when I hear a loud "PLOP" sound.&amp;nbsp; In what felt like slow-motion I turn around to see my fancy, new Droid X swimming in the toilet.&amp;nbsp; Wait, it gets better!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't flushed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have to fish it out and am desperately trying to dry it off, knowing I can't take too long because someone else is watching my class and totally annoyed at myself for being so careless.&amp;nbsp; LONG story short: soaking wet phone in rice does NOT work, insurance comes in handy, customer service activation people are completely useless, and I now have a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misadventure #2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I was going through the students' daily folders&amp;nbsp;during my morning break (as I do every day).&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I had my hair in a ponytail (trust me, this tidbit becomes relevant in a minute).&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I feel something tickling my neck.&amp;nbsp; I reach my hand up to touch my neck, look down at my hand...and scream like a mother-effin banshee.&amp;nbsp; It was a roach.&amp;nbsp; Can you imagine if my hair had been down?!&amp;nbsp; It would have been crawling in my hair and I probably wouldn't have felt a thing!&amp;nbsp; Ick.&amp;nbsp; I get the creepy-crawlies just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp; Being a fairly old school, we're prone to lots of roaches, but hadn't really seen any in a while so I was trying to figure out where it came from.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, the next day I Bengal Roach sprayed the hell out of my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139804062590120669-1600606607877826450?l=clamorandclangor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/feeds/1600606607877826450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/working-for-roach-free-america.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/1600606607877826450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/1600606607877826450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/working-for-roach-free-america.html' title='Working for a Roach-Free America!'/><author><name>Runny Babbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03675694921423675178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SDyJXwExA/TVM9QzxBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GKZHV-LxzSE/s220/push%2Btail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139804062590120669.post-959226108253814522</id><published>2011-02-17T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:33:30.316-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day in the eye of 3rd grade beholders...</title><content type='html'>We actually had a pretty enjoyable day on Monday.&amp;nbsp; I got lots of sweet gifts and yummy treats, but the best part were the random comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "Ms. Teacher, I don't like Valentine's Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "Because I feel sorry for all the single people.&amp;nbsp; They're unhappy until they can find a date."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;while sorting candy hearts alphabetically&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "Ms. Teacher, what does 'be true' mean?" (&lt;em&gt;holds up candy heart&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;trying to put it in 3rd grade terms&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp; "Well, it means 'be yourself'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; "But Ms. Teacher, I can't be myself!&amp;nbsp; If I'm myself then I'll never get the girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;turning away to hide chuckle&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;while playing Word-O with word wall words--except if they get 3 words in a row they call out "I love you!" instead of BINGO&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;calling out 7th or 8th word during 1st round&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp; "Heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;jumping up and down and waving arms in the air&lt;/em&gt;)&amp;nbsp; "I LOVE YOU!! I LOVE YOU, MS. TEACHER!!! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOOOOOOOUUUU!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;doubled over in uncontrollable laughter&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139804062590120669-959226108253814522?l=clamorandclangor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/feeds/959226108253814522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-in-eye-of-3rd-grade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/959226108253814522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/959226108253814522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day-in-eye-of-3rd-grade.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day in the eye of 3rd grade beholders...'/><author><name>Runny Babbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03675694921423675178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SDyJXwExA/TVM9QzxBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GKZHV-LxzSE/s220/push%2Btail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139804062590120669.post-7275169091509960401</id><published>2011-02-04T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T18:45:15.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Funnies'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lest I become too jaded and cynical, I'm going to&amp;nbsp;start something called "Friday Funnies".&amp;nbsp; Either pictures or conversations (or both) that are from my third graders.&amp;nbsp; To start things off:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoIpTU-MRAE/TUy490oKZEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V-oj3LjqUiU/s1600/duck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoIpTU-MRAE/TUy490oKZEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V-oj3LjqUiU/s320/duck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Clearly we need to keep working on phonics as this was not the only mistake on the paper.&amp;nbsp; Although it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the most humorous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoIpTU-MRAE/TUy64NgzjwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AgjgoTzvsYY/s1600/wife.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoIpTU-MRAE/TUy64NgzjwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AgjgoTzvsYY/s320/wife.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our Morning Work, students answer the "Question of the Day".&amp;nbsp; I have no idea where this response came from other than reading too much into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139804062590120669-7275169091509960401?l=clamorandclangor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/feeds/7275169091509960401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-funnies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/7275169091509960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139804062590120669/posts/default/7275169091509960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clamorandclangor.blogspot.com/2011/02/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies'/><author><name>Runny Babbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03675694921423675178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4SDyJXwExA/TVM9QzxBbtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GKZHV-LxzSE/s220/push%2Btail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xoIpTU-MRAE/TUy490oKZEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/V-oj3LjqUiU/s72-c/duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
